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Most recently published stories in Viva.
The Horrors of PMDD
When I first learned about PMDD, which stands for premenstrual dysphoric disorder, it was introduced to me in a pharmaceutical commercial. I honestly thought that they either created this as a made up disorder or a heightened version of PMS to sell their drugs. Als, when I first learned what PMS was, it was by a girlfriend at camp who told me it gives you cramps and lowers your mood right before you get your menstrual cycle. I honestly was not worried and I thought it would never affect me like it was some rare thing. What I didn’t know was that I would be rudely awakened by the strongest affects of PMDD symptoms.
By Amanda Babyatsky4 years ago in Viva
My Cousin Made Inappropriate Advances Towards Me
I was 16 years old when one of my cousins came to live with us. He was appearing for competitive exams and had to take special classes for them, which were not available in his hometown. My family lived in a big city, so he came to attend those classes at an education centre.
By Richa Khare4 years ago in Viva
Pixie, Please
In the children’s story bible that I read as a child, Delilah tempted Samson with fat wet lips and wide, lying snake-eyes. It was a bible for little girls, so the story was not about Samson’s strength but Delilah’s treachery: it was Delilah’s fault that Samson lost his strength. Delilah forced Samson to drink. Delilah drove the nails into Samson’s eyes. Delilah held the scissors - Delilah did the cutting.
By Kira DeSomma 4 years ago in Viva
Hey Cyster
Fluttering heartbeats, thorns prickling the centre of my forehead giving me the will to purge out every little taste of the uneasiness sitting at my throat. I straighten my shoulders, arch my back breathing in a gulp of air as I nervously eye the empty ceiling whilst the persistent nail-biting, nauseous sensation adamantly camps at the base of my chest. I gradually bring out the white stick to my view, engulfing another handful of air as two bright red, neatly paired vertical stripes scornfully glares back at me triggering a sharp, searing rush of pain. The months of unshed tears sitting in the inner corners of my eyes begin to swell, readily trickling itself down the sides of my cheeks and forcing my lips to uncontrollably quiver.
By Shoumia Nithiananthan4 years ago in Viva
I Will Do It For Me
“What’s really going on? What do you want from me? Who do you want me to be?” I ask in a desperate, pleading voice. This isn’t the first fight we’ve had, especially lately. But this is the first time I’ve seen this look on his face. A look of what I can only describe as disgust. Maybe I’ve finally pushed him to the point where he’s going to be honest with me.
By Jessica Nicole4 years ago in Viva
Big Boobs Aren’t All That Great
Sure, boobs are great. But did you ever think about all the problems that they cause? Funbags, breasts, bewbs, boobs, bangers, tits, titties, jabs… the list of names for these meat sacks are endless. They’re fun and functional at the same time. But have you ever thought about the serious side of having breasts?
By Caroline Egan4 years ago in Viva
What We Need To Unlearn From Indian Movies
Picture this: A beautiful morning in a big and beautiful house with sounds of female singing coming, a few family members praying with their hands folded in a temple inside the house. The woman singing the prayer is conservatively dressed in a sari with her head covered and face full of devotion.
By Richa Khare4 years ago in Viva
